Stories From The 6 Train 2(179)

Placing my feet on either side of his thighs, I squat over his cock and, gritting my teeth, I start jumping up and down. Instead of rolling my hips back and forth, now I allow his cock to slide in and out of my pussy by raising and lowering my hips, his cock going deeper than before.

“I… can… go… on…” I say between breaths, grabbing my own breasts and squeezing them so hard that a loud moan escapes my lips. “I don’t get tired,” I continue, working his cock so furiously I’d be worried about breaking it in half if he wasn’t so thick. As it is, he might be the one breaking me in half.

“I can see that.” Hooking both thumbs on my hips, he pushes me down in a fraction of a second, thrusting upward at the same time. My moaning turns into screaming before I know what has happened, a furious orgasm explodes in my pussy and sends shockwaves all the way up my spine.

“FUCK!” I scream, my throat working hard to produce a shrill and high-pitched sound. I keep on screaming until my throat grows raw, and then I place my knees back on the mattress, his cock sliding out of me as I roll to the side and sprawl myself on the bed. “Oh my God… What the hell just happened?” I ask to no one in particular, a silly and tired smile dancing on my lips.

“I happened,” Parker says, his response a fast and sure one.

“Cocky, uh?” I turn to him, my body against his, and place one hand on his chest. My fingers make the hike down to his stomach, slowly tracing the contour of each one of his abs before I finally move toward his hard cock. “On your knees, Mr. Cocky,” I tell him, my words cracking as a whip, and he obeys willingly.

Moving over the mattress, he kneels right between my parted legs and I finally curl my fingers around his thickness. Smiling wickedly, I start flicking my wrist back and forth, stroking him as fast as I can and already picturing the gallons of cum he’s about to unleash upon my naked body. I have no idea how it's even possible for him to produce such ungodly amounts of cum, but it’s not like that matters. As long as I’m the only one on the receiving end, I don’t care about the magical origins of his seed.

“Cum for me…” I whisper, propping myself up on one elbow as I stroke him. I bite down on my lower lip, my unblinking eyes never leaving his, and he returns my gaze as if he were staring at the most beautiful painting in existence, appreciating every single detail on my face. “Cum for me,” I repeat, lowering my voice until it becomes a soft purr, and a slight spasm makes his cock twitch against my fingers.

“That’s it,” I continue, moving my hand faster than before, my whole arm moving back and forth so fiercely that it just becomes a blur of color. “Do it, daddy…” I whisper, allowing the word daddy to linger on my lips, and that’s when his cock throbs violently against my grip.

There’s the glisten of pre-cum, and then he starts gushing a torrent into me. I open my mouth just in time for the first thick strand of semen to land on my tongue, and I tilt my head back so that the rest goes inside my mouth. He fills my mouth up to the brim in just two seconds, and I can’t help but grin savagely as I feel it all dripping down my face.

I keep on moving my hand back and forth over his cock, stroking him as he cums, and his groans of pure pleasure only make me want to go harder. The muscles in my forearm are burning from the cramps, but I barely notice it; I’m too focused on the way drops of cum splash over my naked chest, covering my tits as if they're a blanket.

He keeps on cumming for a long time, long strands of cum already sliding down my stomach and tracing a straight line toward the wetness between my thighs. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel the warmness of his seed dripping onto my pussy and blending in with my fluids, and that’s when I finally let go of his cock, one final spasm making his cock twitch against my closed fist.

“What a mess,” I tease him with a chuckle, my lips sticking to one another as I speak.

“It’s a mess indeed… but maybe I can help,” he replies, bending over between my legs. Placing his thumbs on the back of my knees, he guides his mouth straight toward my pussy and rests it against my cum-coated folds, sucking them into his mouth and only letting go of them when they’re dry and clean.

Running his tongue up the length of my pussy, he lets it wander up to my stomach, scooping up all the cum on its way, and then he continues all the way up to my breasts. Caressing my soft mounds with the tip of his tongue, and always lingering on my nipples, circling them and sucking, he finally kisses the curve of my neck and chin.

I part my lips, anxious to feel his mouth on mine, and I look into his eyes before he does it. We smile at each other, and then we’re drawn into one wild kiss, our tongues wrestling over a curtain of cum.